A faint light swept over Alfred's body. A soft beep sounded, and the door opened.

The vermillion gate closed silently behind them.

Inside, the space felt untouched by time. There were no visible soul devices, no modern traces—only an aura of pure antiquity, as though they had stepped into the ancient era itself.

"You've brought him?" a deep voice echoed.

An elderly man emerged from the sole building in the garden. He was short, incredibly stout, and bald—his round body resembling a small mountain.

Alfred, surprisingly, bowed respectfully. "Branchmaster Eric."

"Come in."

This really is a Immortal Guild branch… Ray thought.

The moment he entered the building, he was utterly awestruck.

Towering sculptures lined both sides of the hall, each radiating an imposing presence.

From the outside, the building appeared no taller than five meters, but inside, the ceiling soared over thirty meters high. The statues themselves stood more than ten meters tall.

Men and women, all seemingly in their twenties, each displayed alongside their martial souls.

Then Ray froze.

On the third statue to his left stood a gentle-looking young woman with a soft smile. In her left hand was a three-legged cauldron, and in her right—a flute.

His breath caught.

That's her…

She… isn't this the girl I fought in the Hall of Heroes?

Ray's breath caught.

The sculpture before him depicted a more mature version of that opponent. When he had faced her, she had still been a young girl, yet the aura was unmistakable.

This is Penelope… the Flute Cauldron Sovereign.

A member of the Central Seven Monsters from the generation of the Spirit Tower's founder.

Her twin martial souls, the Three Cycles Soul Cauldron and the Nine Phoenix Flute, were legendary. Their fame echoed throughout history, symbols of both overwhelming control and terrifying combat power.

Then… the other sculptures must be the rest of that generation's Central Seven Monsters!

Ray's heart surged with excitement. Countless stories he had listened to since childhood flooded back, vivid and alive.

The most legendary of all were the first generation of the Central Seven Monsters, led by the Thousand Hands Sovereign, Azrael, the founder of the Immortal Guild.

Then came the generation from ten thousand years ago. The era of the Spirit Ice Sovereign, Orion Starlight.

He was the founder of the Spirit Tower and the man who revived the Immortal Guild from the brink of extinction. Under his leadership, the Immortal Guild rose once more, shining brilliantly across the continent.

Yet history had not been entirely kind to them. The federation viewed that generation with mixed feelings, especially since Spirit Ice Sovereign had led his comrades to force the Llyne Empire into signing a peace treaty.

There were even rumors that the great emperor of the following generation was his illegitimate child. Whether that was truth or fabrication, no one truly knew.

Ray's eyes moved eagerly from one sculpture to another.

That one beside Penelope… that should be Caitou.

Over there… Ignatius, the Mysterious Underworld Sovereign. And Sylvandria, the Demon Rabbit Sovereign.

At the forefront stood a man with eyes that gleamed with boundless wisdom and resolve. Six spirit souls surrounded him, forming an awe-inspiring display.

Spirit Ice Sovereign… Orion Starlight.

Legends spoke of his million-year Skydream Iceworm spirit soul, along with the Glacial Heaven Snow Empress and the Frost Jade Scorpion Empress, two of the Ten Great Soul Beasts of the era. He also possessed the Arctic Bear King and the Eight-Pointed Frozen Grass, both hundred-thousand-year-old existences.

No one could deny his status as the most legendary figure of his time.

Yet after his earth-shaking battle with the Beast God, Cain, both vanished from the world. Spirit Ice Sovereign and his wife, the Dragon Butterfly Sovereign, disappeared without a trace. Only the remaining five members of that generation's Central Seven Monsters might have known the truth.

Ray felt as if he had stepped directly into their era.

Then his gaze shifted to the sculptures on the right.

If the left side represents the Central Seven Monsters from ten thousand years ago… then these must be the original Central Seven Monsters.

At the very back stood Magnus, the Civet Sovereign, one of the founding members of the Immortal Guild.

Ahead of her was Ning Rongrong, the Nine Treasures Sovereign. Her Seven Treasures Glazed Pagoda had evolved into the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda, bringing ten thousand years of prosperity to the Immortal Guild. That bloodline had vanished into legend long ago, just like many ancient martial souls lost to time.

Next stood Ma Hongjun, the Demonic Fire Phoenix Sovereign, his blazing phoenix martial soul radiating supremacy.

In front of him was Oscar, the Food God Sovereign.

Is that… a sausage floating around him?

Ray nearly laughed. That's right. Big Sausage Uncle.

Further ahead was the White Tiger Sovereign, Ciaran, regal and imposing. Stories claimed he had been the strongest among the Central Seven Monsters for a long time.

Finally, Ray's gaze reached the two most magnificent sculptures at the very front.

The moment he looked at them, his body trembled.

A strange warmth surged through his chest, accompanied by an overwhelming sense of longing.

His eyes fell first upon the girl in pink.

Her sculpture was exquisitely carved, every line and contour brimming with life. A long scorpion braid cascaded down her back, and her large eyes glimmered with a gentle smile. Despite spirit souls not existing in that era, a pair of rabbit ears adorned her head.

Soft Bone Sovereign, Sasha.

The only human-transformed soul beast in the entire history of the Central Seven Monsters.

A hundred-thousand-year soul beast who became the Immortal Guild founder's beloved.

When her identity was exposed, and the world sought her life, Azrael had stood against everything to protect her. And when she was on the verge of truly becoming human, she chose instead to sacrifice herself, becoming his soul ring.

Though Azrael survived, all that remained was her body.

To resurrect her, he traveled the world, endured countless trials, severed his own arm to return the soul bone born from her sacrifice, and finally brought her back.

A tale of love so profound it moved generations.

Ray unconsciously stepped forward. His heart pounded wildly, his body growing warm, as if something deep within him was resonating.

Then his gaze shifted to the final sculpture.

A man with long aqua-blue hair stood tall, smiling serenely. In his left hand was Blue Silver Grass and a pitch-black hammer. Eight spider legs spread from his back like spears. Simplicity and mystery intertwined around him.

Yet it was the golden trident in his right hand that dominated everything else.

Elegant. Regal. Divine.

There was no mistaking it.

The ancestor. The founder.

The peerless god who stood at the pinnacle of history.

Thousand Hands Sovereign, Azrael.

As Ray stared at the sculpture, a profound sense of familiarity enveloped him. His boiling blood calmed, his heart settled, and an unconscious smile appeared on his face.

Two generations of Central Seven Monsters.

Two eras of absolute glory.

They brought the Immortal Guild to its peak and forged the immortal creed carved beside the massive characters Immortal Guild:

"We are all Immortal Guild."

"Born to be peerless."

"Three bows."

Alfred's voice snapped Ray out of his trance.

Ray straightened instantly, suppressing his urge to continue staring, and together they bowed three times toward the words Immortal Guild.

Pride surged from the depths of his soul.

This was the Immortal Guild.

A sect with over twenty thousand years of history.

Seeing this, Old Man Eric nodded with approval. "Follow me."

He led them toward the left side of the hall.

As they walked, Alfred quietly explained, "This garden was established by Azrael himself. It holds the longest history within the Immortal Guild. It was seized ten thousand years ago, but Spirit Ice Sovereign reclaimed it and rebuilt the Immortal Guild from here. Though it's no longer the headquarters, it remains sacred. Only core disciples are allowed to enter. Your approval just came through."

My membership… has been approved?

Ray felt as if he were floating.

Old Man Eric brought them into a side room.

It was silent and simply furnished. At its center sat an ancient wooden bed, emanating an ageless aura.

"Get on the bed," Old Man Eric said flatly.

"Huh?" Ray froze.

"Do as he says," Alfred urged.

"Oh…" Ray obediently removed his shoes and climbed onto the bed, sitting cross-legged.

Old Man Eric followed and placed a hand on Ray's shoulder. A floating sensation washed over him, and in the next instant, he was turned around.

Old Man Eric sat behind him.

"Relax. Loosen your body and calm your mind."

As Ray complied, two streams of soul power poured into his back.

One firm.

One gentle.

Mysterious Heaven Method!

Ray recognized it instantly.

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